Tugged in Liverpool because my pillion was wearing Rupert Bear kecks and was loosing a little popcorn; due to air turbulence, from the large bucket of the stuff we scavenged at the local the multiplex. Most of the audience had left early in utter repulsion at Peter Greenaway's The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, And Her Lover. The police were only 1 minute into their shake-down when they got a waft of our garlic breath (from our slap-up Indian the night before) and decided to let us go. Funny how different cultures run in parallel universes. BP
